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  • The man was naturally so well hung that semi-erect was very large. As the time passed, Sally could not resist the temptation to fuck that cock again. She discovered that it remained quite firm, even though it was not as hard as it was when the man was alive. Before long she experienced orgasm. She did this several more times that night. The perversion of having sex with a corpse was enough to excite her over and over again. When dawn broke, and enough light filtered into the old building to allow her to see, Sally raised herself off that cock, and carefully dropped one leg over the edge of the platform as her bare foot searched for the ladder. She realized that her lingerie face was now touching the cock that had given her so much pleasure. That it was a part of a dead man now seemed so revolting she nearly lost her grip and fell. But her foot found the ladder and she carefully made her way down to solid footing. It was such a maze of old pipes, machines and walls that Sally spent a long time, Teen carefully finding a way out of the place. She was a mess. Naked and covered with dried blood and brain, her hair a shambles. She looked for her clothes but never found them. She did find her car, but had to walk a long way after leaving the building because the vehicle was parked on the opposite side. The grandpa keys were left under a rear tire, just in case this happened. She drove home, very cautiously, not wanting to be stopped by the police and having to explain why she was driving in the nude and covered with blood and brains. "Never again," she vowed. But while in the shower, she masturbated and had another orgasm. She had yet another one after she went to bed. She knew she would see Deathmaster again. The best memories of life are from those unexpected moments when a friendship with a girl develops into something unbelievably intense, culminates in the physical, and then maintains that pleasant level for a couple of years until you both move on. The memories last forever, and you always have that special gleam in your memory about the beauty of it. amateur Most people have those memories -- or at least I hope they do. It's an amazing thing. In my case, though, it happened with my sister. The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, old man not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. I was so desperate. His cock pulsed as the slick goo slimed over our skin; his cock, my hand. As she walked toward the tree and the waiting cart under Teen the prepared noose, Hannah was impressed that all these people came to watch her strangle to death. This is not going the way I hoped... the wooden ruler hurts. Enjoying us both?” I had also found some scraps of tin roofing from the building of the house and added them to the ends as slopes to help them move over the lingerie snow. I commenced to lick her labia into her opening and she said to thank my x ole lady for letting me go..I took her hand and put it on her pussy and said show me where grandpa she likes to be licked.. This made her nervous. The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of tables at the Antique mall. She gulped, throat working, her attention going to the door. For what seemed like an eternity I stood at the foot of her bed just taking in her naked body, amateur the curve of her breasts, her hard nipples poking out from her lovely light brown areolas, her curvy waist that drew old man the eye further south, her recently shaven pussy that looked slick to the touch, clearly she had fallen asleep not long after making herself cum.